This was the last show I ever saw. It was the first show my son was at. I remember it like it was yesterday. This show lives in my heart in a very special place. So happy I found this.

I sang a little while and then flew on.

Of course,I was there! This is the best sounding version. #dontletgo

My first and only show.... i just further in sept. 2012 and it was grate also seen phil and friends with dylan in 2000 and ratdog 2008 and 2009

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There are some very well spoken words here, thanks Rev Master and Antonjo, I agree with everyone here. I was also at this show, one of the last few I was able to see, and it shines compared to the day before. Some nice moments, Dire Wolf was a nice surprise, Shakedown was actually pretty hot (esp. the vocal jam), Terrapin was nice (despite the major issue with the "whistle is screaming..." sequence), and I especially recall the haunting Days Between. Jerry seemed to pour what little energy he had into that song, as he always did. I only wish he'd been around to meet my 1 yr old son... Thank you for having been here Jerry, I miss you more than words can tell.

It makes me sad to listen to this, my last show. I've often felt pangs of guilt when I recall walking out of Portland Meadows and saying to my buddy, "Well, I love these guys, but I think I'm done." I meant it at the time, but didn't know what I was saying. But hell, I remember saying as the sun came up on January 1, 1982, after a night of Morning Dew and Dark Star and after a good five years and many other shows, that I could die right then and say I had lived. And I mean LIVED! And yet, I and many others were blessed with over a decade more of great times with the Grateful Dead. I'm thankful, also, to the all the musicians who have stepped up to the plate and continue to set my wrinkly, skinny old ass to shakin'. The music has never really stopped at all... Jerry lives on in our hearts and fingers...

My final show, as well, and it felt like it. I'd had to miss the 1st set due to an ER-worthy sunburn the day before, but bundled up (yes, in that heat) to try & catch the 2nd set. As I walked onto the lawn and heard the first strains of Shakedown, I was joyful. It was almost 10 years to the day of my first show, and Shakedown had been that summertime 2nd-set opener, as well (perhaps my baptismal moment as a Head). When Jerry missed a verse but--rather than get frazzled--gave us another round of solo to bring the verse back around, I was psyched (even though Vince might've been the only one in the arena who didn't catch the cue). It seemed Jerry was on top of it. And then the real jam began, and Jerry kindly let Vince take a lead, and I kept waiting...and waiting...and waiting for Jerry to step in and take over. And he never did. Then came Terrapin~ where, after the launchpad "whistle is screaming TERRAPIN," Jerry failed to play the riff at all. At all. He was on another planet. My stomach sank; I'd seen him make flubs, of course, it was part of his personna, but this was something different altogether, and dark and scary. Understandably, then, the rest of the set was a washout for me, until/except somehow at the very end--the Grateful Dead conjured up the magic for a classic Sugar Mag as rockin' as the best of 'em. I loved it and milked it for all it was worth. I'm so grateful to be able to enjoy this as my last memory (the Liberty encore notwithstanding, though Jerry was spirited on it, as I recall).

In retrospect, it's not surprising that this was Jerry's last stand. When I heard a tape of the Shakedown a couple years later, it confirmed my darkest memories and almost brought me to tears (I didn't listen to the rest). I now feel my own share of the weight of responsibility he felt to carry on, when he really needed some time off (see Phil's book). God bless you, Jerry. And the rest of the Dead for all you gave (even when it was more than you had) and all you continue to give.

As a die-hard rail rat, I was lucky enough and spent enough hours in line to be front row for many shows, and while I wouldn't trade the energy up front for anything, the down side was that many times towards the end, Jerry would be in his shell, looking impish and lacking in self-confidence, and it was all the more apparent when you were close to him.

That being said, the Shakedown,Looks Like Rain was about as self-confident and out front as I ever got to see Jerry. The whole band stepped to the stage to start set two with AUTHORITY!!

Whether you download the whole show or not, do yourself a favor and at least grab these two songs.

Pay special note to Jerry's improv vocals towards the end of Shakedown, positively grrrowling and ooo-oohing. And the Looks Like Rain is VERY pretty, including Jerry's use of what we called "the magic wand" - an octave-bending pedal he used in the summer of '95 (see Seattle 5.25.95 Fire) - that lights up the finale of this gorgeous LL Rain. Enjoy...

I remember that windswept sound being present throughout the show, and it comes through clearly on this recording, too! I'd also love to hear a board - this was my last show as well. I was on the rail from Space through Sugar Mags, right in front of Garcia. Not a bad way to remember the old guy. Days Between was excellent and really stuck with me for a long time. Happy to hear this again after 9 years.

There is a SBD of this show out there! I've got the tape.. Great show, but the wind played havoc on all audience tapings.....

after 13 years of seeing the dead, this was the final for me. thank goodness the post-space was as strong as it was (though terrapin has some interesting moments). solid last time, days between is haunting and features a lovely (albeit) short jam at the end, sugar mags smokes. it was a breezy day and the sound scattered all over the meadows. thus, any aud suffers some. "did anyone say fuck the christian right?" lon mabon wasn't there.